𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
Now, a new threat attacks Beacon Hills, and this time plays with Amelia's feeling when the question she never thought she'd ask arrives.
Who
Is
Stiles?
...
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AMELIA OPENED HER EYES.
She was standing in the middle of her room, looking around quickly before looking at the bookshelf in front of her. The bookshelf that Lizzie gave her on her eighteenth birthday.
It was filled with journals, her journals.
"When you grab one of the books, you're going to visualize memories from your life." She heard Lydia's voice.
She felt strange. It was her room, yet, it didn't feel like it. It was... like empty. Like a place similar to her room yet, not her room.
Yet, she didn't feel in danger. She felt in peace.
"The bookshelf is organized, it gives you total control. You can look at any memory you want. All you have to do is open them."
Amelia grabbed one of them from the shelf and opened it, a memory hitting her head like a train.
"Hey, Amelia, how was your summer?"
Amelia raised her eyes from her screen. She wasn't really typing anything, she just did that so she could hear Stiles and Scott's conversation.
"I swam topless in the Caribbean Sea." Stiles jaw dropped. "What did you do, Stiles?"
"Uhm... I worked out!" He was clearly lying.
Amelia closed the journal before opening another one.
"Okay, Stiles, I know we haven't been friends in a while, but I have enough with Scott hating me."
"I don't hate you, Amy,"
Amelia closed it before tossing it away, this one landing on the bed.
She grabbed another journal, looking inside of it.
"Do not shoot him!" Exclaimed Stiles as she was aiming at Scott, who was definitely losing control. "Amelia!"
"Do you see any other way!?"
"Give me a second!"
"He's gonna eat you in a second!"
Amelia closed the journal, grunting. This was definitely not working.
She grabbed another one, looking at it again as she flipped the pages.
She heard the jeep stopping as she threw the bag to the woods. Seconds later, Stiles appeared next to her.
